Half way in, line forty-four No turning back, there's just the other shore So on and on and on and on The other year, it occurred to me I don't accept their social currency I have no use for their reward Dinner with the President Available, but they're not calling me I live in town, it's not geography Why won't this invitation come? Dinner with the President Maybe we don't have any common interests
Maybe we don't speak the same tongue Maybe power lies in inaccessibility Maybe power lies Power lies I don't exist in their world-view But if I win I know what I'd like to do Stand up and scream while food is served Dinner with the President Have you had enough? Have you had enough? Have you had enough? Your plate is overflowing Can't you see you've had enough?